Chapter 16.... Letting Go!

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I drove home blindly as tears flowed down my cheeks. I was crying my heart out. I had wanted Chris no I still wanted him and somewhere in my heart I knew I always would. I was seriously falling for him. I was dismayed with myself. I pulled onto the hard shoulder of the motorway and cried for two hours. I was feeling so emotional. Chris was this rich handsome billionaire who was interested in me. I had to make a decision whether or not I wanted to be swept into his world or not. This was my main worry. Did I want to be pulled into his world? 

Why had I let myself fall for Chris O'Connor?

What a huge mistake I had made by sleeping with him after one night? He had now forced himself into my life and he had camped himself there permanently. I wiped away my tears and started the engine. It was time to go home. Luckily the motorway was not too busy and my drive was hassle free.

I unlocked my door. Just being in my home was comforting. My landline was beeping as I walked to it, I noticed that it had many messages illuminated by the flashing number on the base. My mobile pinged and I removed it from my bag.  There were many missed calls from my parents, of course Chris and even  Ciane had been dragged into the mix.

I read her text and just shook my head:

Hey sis, Mom and Dad are worried about you. They think you are having an emotional breakdown. Frankly, I would just sleep with the guy again, you said it was great the last time so why hesitate... enjoy the passion! If Chris O'Connor wanted to rock my world I would  shout : Rock On Baby!

I wanted to throttle the girl. She was too brash and blunt and sexually free. Ciane had always been more sexually confident about herself.

I am old enough to make my own decisions without you butting in with all your sexual advice.

I responded to her text.

Why was I hesitating? My job? My career? I could easily get another job since I had finished my degree and been promoted. I had to admit I was flattered by Chris' admission earlier but was I ready to let it all go and be an item with him especially since he had such a high profile in London, in fact the UK. I mean was I a conquest to him? I know he is a mega playboy and frankly i thought he would have just moved on after we had sex but he didn't? Did he mean what he said about wanting a relationship or was I just the latest plaything?

I needed to think carefully. Chris was annoying and forceful and could make any saint frustrated but heck he made my insides turn to jelly and my hormones raged just at the thought of him kissing me. Plus the sex had been amazing!

I put my mobile on silent after sending a quick text to my parents to tell them I was having an early night. I then unplugged my land line.

I needed to clear my head. How could I let this happen? What about Chris, did he really like me? 

I wanted to believe that he cared for me, that he really wanted me but was it just because I gave in to him sexually too easily? I had no experience where relationships were concerned. I had a few boyfriends but it never became too serious since I would find a way to break up with them after a few dates. I would make excuses about them to convince myself I was making the right decision.

One guy his teeth were too big, another was a smoker and there was one who bought me flowers on every date we had. I remember a friend had set me up on a blind date and I had walked into the restaurant and walked right out because the guy had an awful haircut.

Maybe I was too picky but Chris was somehow different, he made me feel something and I quite liked that feeling.

Gosh yes I had slept with him after meeting him for a few hours. I was no whore and I never slept around. But...no man had ever affected me like this. I had tried so hard to put him out of my mind but after weeks of insomnia and wistfulness I knew that I was hooked and reeled in hard for Chris O'Connor...no less!

I went to my bedroom and decided to run a hot bath. I sprinkled some bath salts that I had received last year for Christmas, the bathroom smelled like a field of flowers. I put on my chilled tunes cd and got out my Kindle. I tied up my hair and undressed. I stepped into the bubbles and let my head rest on the tub. I found a crime story on my Kindle and soaked for over an hour.

For one hour I had forgotten about my problem.

I cleaned the bath and wrapped up in a fluffy robe. I was not going to put on any clothes. I padded to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. I decided to sit on my back porch and finish the novel I was reading on my Kindle. It was pretty captivating.

I sat huddled in the semi darkness on the back porch. The soft chilled out tunes were lightly playing in the background. It was a beautiful atmosphere.

My doorbell sounded and I ignored it. I was in no mood for visitors plus it was late.

The doorbell went off again as I hugged myself tighter.

I had a fear as to who was at the door. The hairs on my arm told me exactly who it was. The person I had been trying to block out all evening. The fool was not getting his finger off my buzzer. Now he had started to knock as well. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the incessant ding of the doorbell and the pounding on the door.

"Go away please." I whispered hoping my visitor would take the hint and just leave. A few minutes later, the noise at the door stopped abruptly. I let out a huge sigh and sipped some more of the wine. Suddenly I heard shuffling and a large drop. I stood up and looked in the direction of the back garden. It was dark so I could not see anything. Then I heard steps coming toward me from the side of the house.

I rushed inside locking the door behind me. I was just about to pull the drapes when I saw Chris' face on the other side of the door.

"Rhysa?" he said looking at me.

I stood frozen from disbelief.

"Chris, how the heck did you get inside my garden?"

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Go away!" I shouted. I got the drapes in my hands and started to pull them across the door to block him out.

"Please, we need to talk." he pleaded. He looked like a broken man.

"Rhysa we need to talk. Please, just open the door." His face was severe and hard plus his shoulders were dropped like they were this afternoon in his driveway.

"Chris how did you get in here there is no gate back there?" I asked curiously.

"I jumped the fence?" He said sheepishly.

"Again, you could have hurt yourself, your leg?" My eyes immediately darted to look at his legs.

He laughed "I learnt to be careful after the first time."

I smiled, "Why was I feeling so protective of him?" I thought.

I tried one more time.

"Just leave; we have nothing further to say to each other."

"I disagree we have a lot to say and I think this time that we should be honest with our feelings." Chris was adamant.

"Chris, don't do this just go, please." I begged refusing to meet his gaze as I summoned every ounce of strength to be strong.

"Rhysa I can't stand this but I love you, these past few weeks have been terribly lonely without you, I don't know how it happened but ever since I first saw you, you captured my heart. I know I have been a jerk sometimes but I have never felt this way about any woman before." He put his hands on the glass. His face looked so sincere. My resolve was starting to wear out.

"I need you; I need to hold you and to be with you more that I ever did with anyone before." He continued.

Did he just confess his love to me? I opened my eyes widely. I did not just hear that? He loved me? I thought.

"Chris, we barely know each other.' I whispered in disbelief my eyes bulging out now.

'Please let me finish." He knelt in front of the glass and got on one knee. He pulled out a red box from his front coat pocket and opened it. I gasped as I stared at the platinum ring which appeared to have a million diamonds which were all glittering. I opened my mouth in utter shock as the question which next flowed out of Chris' mouth,

"Rhysa Cyane Perkins, will you marry me?"

I zoned out, did I just see and hear what I think I did? Chris was proposing to me with a ring that looked like it could purchase an island!

"Chris, I--" He cut me off.

"Don't say no just think about it... but first open the door." He said softly.

I numbly dropped the drapes and slid the door open. Chris was still there kneeling in front of me.

I looked into his eyes and I could feel the love radiating from his body. I closed my eyes and shook my head to compose myself. When I opened my eyes and stared at him I knew my answer. I knew it at that moment that I loved him. That I wanted to be in his arms every day, when I woke up in the morning and when I fell asleep at night. Only Chris.

I stooped down and helped him to stand. I pulled him inside and closed the door behind us. I pulled the drapes and led him to the sofa and I pushed him down onto it. He looked dejected and hurt.

'Rhysa?'

I placed a finger over his mouth.

"Shh." I said as I took the box and placed it on the small table near the sofa.

"For now let me do this." I said

He looked at me confused as I proceeded to unbutton his shirt. He inhaled sharply as my fingers trailed over his nipples. I let my lips kiss his neck as my fingers squeezed his nipples. He moaned as I lightly kissed his lips licking their outline. He pulled me onto him as I straddled him. I undressed him slowly and as he sat there naked in my eyes. His own eyes smouldering with passion as I untied my robe and let it descend to the floor.

"Let's make new memories." I whispered as my lips joined to his waiting ones.

The light streaming into the room bathed us as we lay entangled in each other's bodies. I snuggled closer into the warmth of Chris' protecting arms. He kissed my neck as I moaned sated by the night's activities.

I slowly turned to face him as my eyes beheld the love that shone in his.

"I love you." I said against his lips as he devoured mine with his tongue. Getting out of bed was postponed for a few hours.

When we finally did get out of bed it was to the shower and that kept us there for a longer period as Chris was intent on soaping certain parts of my body several times which led to me soaping him and so on and so forth.

I decided to prepare a small brunch since our stomachs were both showing signs of being empty. Neither of us had eaten at the barbecue.

I was busily poking in the kitchen while Chris fixed the bedroom, he was whistling softly as he did so. I smiled my heart bursting with love for him. My doorbell sounded and I rushed to answer it. I wanted to get rid of this guest so Chris and I could spend the day together.

I opened the door to find my parents standing outside.

"Mom, Dad?"

"Honey," My mother pulled me into a hug, "We have been so worried about you, your phone, kept on ringing and ringing."

"Honey we have been calling all morning." My dad added.

I stood guiltily in my mother's embrace.

"Mom I'm okay." I said as she released me.

"But your phone was off the whole night and even this morning." She accused.

"I unplugged it since I needed some space yesterday and I think my mobile is on silent." I admitted remorsefully.

"Oh honey, is the Chris issue that difficult?" My mother continued as she made her way to the kitchen.

My dad opened the basket. "Your mother prepared all your favourites, we're going to have a picnic, come with us."

My parents were removing their coats, "We'll wait while you change, and being outside will make you feel better."

"Mom, Dad...I... um...I." I was unsure what to say to them. Chris was no longer whistling but what if he walked out naked?

"Honey go on." My mother cajoled, while a bareback and barefooted Chris was walking into the kitchen.

"Oh!" My mother exclaimed noticing Chris.

The place was silent for a while as we all stood still.

The silence was broken by my dad.

"That better explains the phone silence." He muttered.

I was beetroot red with embarrassment as Chris greeted my parents after his initial shock.

"Mr and Mrs. Perkins good day." Chris stated at my side.

"So nice to see you again, Chris." My mother beamed.

"Indeed it is a good day for you." My Dad said grinning.

'Mom, Dad, Chris stopped by for us to talk." I tried to add to cover up the whole awkward scene.

"Good dear, we are so happy you two patched things up." My mother gathered her coat. "Honey we must go..." she stated as she grabbed my father's coat and started to usher him to the front door.

"But... Honey - we?" My Dad tried to insert unsuccessfully as my mother was opening the front door.

"It's okay dear the kids need space." she waved good bye; her face was looking at us smugly.

"From the looks of it they have had too much already." my Dad glanced at Chris who stood beside me quite still like a mannequin.

"Bye... " My mother winked cheerily at us.

"We'll call you later!" she said as she closed the front door to my father's mumbling.

Only after I saw my parents' car pull out of the drive way did I breathe.

"Wow!" Chris said.

"Twice in 24 hours I can't take more of this," I confessed leaning against the kitchen counter.

Chris pulled me into his arms "You had better learn to get used to it because I am not planning on letting you go."

I snuggled into his embrace "I'm not going to let you do that either but I would have never thought the day would end up like this." We started to laugh as we descended to the floor and delayed food for another hour.

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